| Oowee
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| Mhm
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| (Damn Luminati you just killed that)
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| I love this New York Shit Nigga
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| (Yo yo Mean play that shit)
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| In Queens buying drink from Illz
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| Pimpin' on the queen that’s how I used to pay my bills
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| Buildin' up a queen is how I made my first mil'
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| I ain’t have to sign, the strip club was my deal
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| Got my first advance forty G’s sittin' still
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| Thought it wasn’t real, Imma shed a tear
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| I pimped about fourteen bitches that year
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| Future so cloudy now I see it so clear
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| Finally got diamonds so clean in my ear
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| For real
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| Do VVS in my grill
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| And (?)
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| In Harlem buying drink from Illz
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| I used to watch Harlem videos to get ideas
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| And now I be in Harlem it’s «Oowee» when they see us
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| Love from all my peers
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| Tightened up my gears
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| Charges that I beat offer me life or forty years
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| Preaching to these streets cuz when I talk they do him
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| Get up out them woods boy cuz' here you just a deer
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| This ain’t bout' no tough shit it ain’t about no fear
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| But when demons do appear will you die where you live?
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| Big booty bitches on the couches all year
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| Too many movie stars I done start sellin film
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| Too many foreign cars shit I need a colliseum
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| 2Pac drank from Illz got me high above the rim
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| The Juice nigga
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| Oowee
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| The Juice
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| Illz where the syrup? |